A long while - four months ago - I wrote The Box of Jack. The idea was that this pony dude - Axis West - would go around searching for evil spirits in boxes all over the world. He became Princess Luna's student in the first chapter. I was going to write more of this, but three downvotes were enough to make me change my mind.
I was just reading this amazingly funny story, and thinking to myself how much my writing paled in comparison to what I was reading and lol-ing at. And then I realized...
Woo! The big seven! A number nobody really celebrates. Well why not? Seven is such an amazing number. Seven is the day of the month in which I was born. Seven is when I learned to ride a bike. Seven ate nine. Seven has swag, yo.
You've gotta admit - yes, you - that seven is a cool number.
I should write more 500-2k word blog posts, but I've found that I get far more views and comments when I ask a simple question. I'll post more fun, somewhat interesting (maybe) blog posts, but for now, why? Why do you continue to play this writing game? You tell me and I'll tell you.
There is little in this world that is more beautiful and awe-inspiring than a perfect sunrise, that one moment where one can look to the east and see a vast and glorious spectrum of colors standing as the honor guard to the brilliance and majesty of the sun as it crests the horizon.
Tihs snectnae wlil be hrad to udrnesantd at fsirt, but wlil qcikluy bomece eseiar and eseiar as you raed fterhur anolg; I bet yuor biarn cempoerndhs tihs atmuctoialaly at tihs pniot... taht is... ausmnsnig I clempoted the cnpecot perolrpy...
((Please tell me if that was unreadable... my first try doing that...))
Even with our comparatively frail voices, my mother's carried us on through the vacant mass as though she had a full choir standing ready at her back, never wavering nor faltering, and from then on, I knew such confidence I would never hear again in all of my days.
I wrote that for my mom a while ago after we went to a mass. There were only about five of us in attendance and she was the only one who really sang.
The night sky is an angelic tapestry carefully woven from the finest hues of violets, blues and blacks and bespectacled with the most beautiful uncut diamonds simply called the stars and in the center of this elegant art work rests the luminous pearl called the moon.
A beautiful, single sentence.
There is little in this world that is more beautiful and awe-inspiring than a perfect sunrise, that one moment where one can look to the east and see a vast and glorious spectrum of colors standing as the honor guard to the brilliance and majesty of the sun as it crests the horizon.
The gentle breeze drifted with the jubilant colors of the calm winds.
I am.
I fucking love fucking saying the fucking word 'fuck'.
Bacon.
A true man is one who likes what he wants to like, without giving into the stereotypes society expects him to follow.
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That's true.
Go.
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Goo!
Tihs snectnae wlil be hrad to udrnesantd at fsirt, but wlil qcikluy bomece eseiar and eseiar as you raed fterhur anolg; I bet yuor biarn cempoerndhs tihs atmuctoialaly at tihs pniot... taht is... ausmnsnig I clempoted the cnpecot perolrpy...
((Please tell me if that was unreadable... my first try doing that...))
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Yes. I can see that.
1797959 "Go." is actually the shortest possible complete sentence in the English language.
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It was readable.
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Goo is actually pretty fun to say.
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I see what you did there.
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I also have three other sentences for you.
A man chooses, a slave obeys.
Those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind, all that's important is to be honest and kind.
1797917 What da fuck, man.
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Bananas in the air, man.
1798051 How'd that guy even get on?!
Anyway, new story.
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So freaking fast, bro.
1798058 it's not as silly, but kinda hawttttt
and I am the king, gotta be fast lol
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Neat.
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:)
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I may not be at Death's door, but I have definitely pulled into his driveway.
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More compelling than beautiful, methinks. Good nonetheless.
Fine. I'll play your game.
Here goes nothing.
Even with our comparatively frail voices, my mother's carried us on through the vacant mass as though she had a full choir standing ready at her back, never wavering nor faltering, and from then on, I knew such confidence I would never hear again in all of my days.
I wrote that for my mom a while ago after we went to a mass. There were only about five of us in attendance and she was the only one who really sang.
The night sky is an angelic tapestry carefully woven from the finest hues of violets, blues and blacks and bespectacled with the most beautiful uncut diamonds simply called the stars and in the center of this elegant art work rests the luminous pearl called the moon.
I eat shit-pants for breakfast.
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Wtf, bro?
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What's wrong?
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I tried
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The quick sly fox jumps over the brown lazy dog.
All it took was one look, to melt away my sorrows.
Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down~
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